Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. Sebastian was gone and another doctor came to bleed her, to rid her of the black humors that were causing the plague. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. He was so seldom wrong.
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